The flowers died on fields of hope All the way from east to west Where the mighty winds will blow I'll put my dreams to rest This scary monster is very much alive Like a hundred years ago If all those missiles would be bread No one had to starve tonight

She's got the look that starts a fire I must admit I follow every move she makes She's got the touch of cool desire It's a game that I really love to play She runs the show as everyone can see The fever grows to pure insanity

In the jungle of these times Honest love's so hard to find In the world of video Computers tell you what to do The world's devoted to the Dollar sign Remote-controlled and on the line Plug in man on the rack

Deep down Louisiana close to New Orleans Way back up in the woods among the evergreens There stood a log cabin made of earth and wood Where lived a country boy named Johnny B. Goode Who never ever learned to read or write so well But he could play the guitar just like a ringing a bell

A nameless band back in ‘65 It feels like yesterday I met some friends and went for a ride To rock the nights away The sixties revolution Just caught me on the spot That Rock ‘n‘ Roll infusion Stayed always in my blood

Way back in the days It feels so long ago But I remember it well Always looking for a pot of gold An old beat up van We would drive from gig to gig I wonder how we survived But we were on to something big

It's been so long out on the road Weeks and months gone by You lost some weight and you shed your load Your well is running dry I got an itch you cannot scratch, cannot scratch Feels like someone's coming back, coming back Looks like we're about to have some fun, fun, fun Yeah

Sweet child in time, you'll see the line Line that's drawn between good and bad See the blind man shooting at the world Bullets flying, ooh taking toll If you've been bad - Oh Lord I bet you have And you've not been hit oh by flying lead You'd better close your eyes, aahaouho bow your head Wait for the ricochet